Chapter 60: Dream Body

"Dream!" Gaoxinamu stood in the storm, sensing Chumen's arrival, her expression wary.

She had not yet forgotten the painful feeling of being defeated by Dream that one time.

"I bring the Lord's Divine Oracle." Chumen ignored Gaoxinamu and instead read the Divine Oracle aloud.

Pure, brilliant sunlight emerged from the void, and a light-shadow of the Creator condensed behind Chumen, its radiance illuminating the entire battlefield.

All the ZaowuzheXintu on the battlefield received the favor of the light, becoming more powerful and more valiant.

"Elf Divine Kingdom, shall return to dust."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Elves' expressions changed drastically.

"Blasphemer!" Gaoxinamu reached out a finger, and a rolling thunder storm descended, striking toward Chumen.

"The Creator will eventually take back all Authority and ascend to the supreme position once again; Elves and Dragons are all False Gods!"

Chumen even shouted it out loud, letting his voice spread across the entire battlefield.

The whole battlefield fell into a strange silence.

This was absolute blasphemy!

Elves and Dragons were true and indisputable Ancient Gods, and the Authority they wielded was the Symbol of a god.

Then... who would dare to blaspheme?

Never!

Chumen became the first person to proclaim the concept of "False God."

"Is he this fierce?" Even Medici was dumbfounded.

This was absolute Provoke; in one sentence, he had offended two Ancient God races, the kind that would fight to the death!

Even he, a natural "Provoker," felt inferior.

Even within the Creator's Divine Kingdom, no one had ever called the Elf King and the Dragon of Imagination "False Gods," acknowledging their status as Ancient Gods and calling this war a "Holy War."

This war was also a God War waged by the awakening Creator to take back His own Authority.

And now, Chumen's act of "blasphemy" had even frightened his own people.

The next moment, the Elf race rioted.

"Blasphemer! Die!" A roar of rage erupted from among the Elves.

"Blasphemer! Die!"

"..."

A group of Elves skilled in singing roared the same sentence in a voice of rage, forming a terrifying wave of sound.

"Great Elf King, please punish this Blasphemer!"

All the Elves were praying; the Elf King's gaze must have been watching this battlefield long ago!

Gaoxinamu's face was as heavy as water; she could even imagine how furious the Elf King, who was in the Elf Palace, must be, to the point that he had not yet sent down divine punishment.

"What is he doing?!" A sense of horror welled up in Gaoxinamu's heart.

"What is he doing?!" Far away in the Creator's Divine Kingdom, Sasriel suddenly widened his eyes.

This act of directly provoking an Ancient God was tantamount to suicide!

"Save him!" Sasriel could not care about anything else and shouted loudly.

The object of his shouting was naturally the Ancient Sun God; only He could save someone from the hands of the Elf King.

"No need, this is his choice." The Ancient Sun God remained in his calm manner, holding the Blasphemy Slate, having long been prepared for the God War.

"Dream Book." The Ancient Sun God looked at the battlefield, his clear eyes already reflecting the destructive thunder.

Rumble!

Terrifying thunder that seemed capable of shattering the entire continent descended from the sky; perhaps even the Elf King was stunned by Chumen's arrogance, causing the action of sending down divine punishment to be a beat slow.

But the Elf King's strike in his great rage was still unfathomable; being able to destroy a continent was not just a figure of speech.

A god-level "Lightning Storm"!

The tyrannical, destructive aura annihilated all matter and struck fiercely upon the Dream Angel.

Countless people looked up, their eyes filled with searing white, frightened by the thunder filling the sky.

Medici, Ouroboros, and other Angels were praying constantly, hoping the Ancient Sun God would take action to save Chumen, but it was too late; the tyrannical thunder submerged Chumen's body!

The scene that Chumen had foreseen happened; the thunder pierced through him.

He led all of this, rather than letting Fate push him toward this node.

"This is the power of an Ancient God..." Chumen watched helplessly as the most tyrannical thunder struck his body.

His body was trembling in fear; in fact, his body was very weak, he could not drink Potion, nor had he been modified with Dream Phosphor; he was just an ordinary human, and in the face of such divine punishment, fear was normal.

It was just that Chumen's spirit was indeed excited, driving the entire Dream Book.

Dream Phosphor sprinkled down, completely wrapping his body; his whole person was glowing, pure and brilliant.

His eyes reflected the stars, clear as the sky, and the entire Dream Kingdom appeared in the depths of his eyes.

At this moment, his figure turned into an illusion, and that Dream Sea surged out from behind him.

In the sea, countless Dream Bubbles were floating; those were the most beautiful expectations and the most dreamlike imaginations in the hearts of countless people.

In that terrifying Lightning Storm, Chumen transformed into Dream.

At this moment, his understanding of the Dream Book reached a brand-new level; he himself could transform into Dream Phosphor, hiding within the dreamlike ideals in the hearts of countless people.

This was a concept of immortality.

The Lightning Storm could destroy a continent, but it could never destroy the longing and imagination for beauty and dreams in the human heart.

The thunder annihilated everything, and Chumen walked out again from the searing white light-shadow, as if reborn.

"Congratulations, Dream." A gentle and mellow congratulatory voice echoed in his ears, and the Ancient Sun God's gaze fell upon Chumen's Dream Body.

"A bit strange..." The Dream Sea behind Chumen was crowded with various pure and brilliant Dream Bubbles, and Dream Phosphor sprinkled down; this would be the most beautiful scene in this world.

These Dream Bubbles of his, but even stranger things happened.

Chumen's body began various kinds of alienation; his body became as strong as a Dragon and covered in dragon scales, his ears grew quietly like an Elf, and his eyes even turned into the blood-red unique to the Blood Clan...

But these were not fixed; physical features of demons and even magic wolves even appeared on his body.

Stop!

Chumen said to himself in his heart, suppressing the Dream Phosphor that was splashing out because of his wild imagination.

"So I also have a Mythical Creature Form..." Chumen defined this Dream Body of his at this moment; this was a type of Mythical Creature Form.

This was the result of his deep development of the Dream Book; massive amounts of Dream Phosphor flooded his body, to the point that mutations appeared, achieving the Dream Body.

Only when all the alienation ended did his true Mythical Creature Form finally reveal itself before others.

He was still in human appearance, but the Space behind him seemed to have melted, condensing into a mass of "jelly" with Dream colors, and within the "jelly" were countless Dream Bubbles.

With a "pop" sound, that mass of "jelly" began Transformation, and one Dream tentacle after another stretched out; the tentacles had the Starry Sky as their background color, with brilliant starlight twinkling, and at the tips were one Dream Bubble after another.

This form did not look evil; on the contrary, it gave rise to a sense of intimacy, which was the natural yearning for beauty in the human heart.